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New Place

Jeff looked around. He'd been given a set of quarters with the rest of the Marines, but he'd only slept from 0300 to 0600 in them usually. He spent most of the night in Adam's room.

He didn't know if that was good or bad.

Adam had yet to complain though. Or to kick him out of bed for a new flavour of the month. Which he was thankful for.

That, and the fact that no one made any comments about what - or who - he was doing every night.

"Major Elliot." Oh god. Not Dr McKay. "Come with me."

"Sure Doc." He loved to piss the man off. McKay hated to be called 'Doc', like a dwarf.

"Please, once again, don't call me that." The soldiers that they passed on the way to wherever the hell they were going gave Jeff sympathetic glances. They didn't want to be in his shoes.

"You know, being called 'Doc' isn't derogatory. It's almost a compliment."

"How so?"

"For a brilliant scientist, you didn't have much of a childhood. Doc was one the seven dwarves that saved Snow White's life." Then again, if you went with the unabridged version instead of the Disney version, there weren't any dwarves and Snow White died. But he wasn't about to tell McKay that...

"And that means?"

"Doc was the smartest Dwarf. He saved lives. You are the smartest Atlantian, you save lives." So what if McKay had the shield when he fought the monster little Jinto had let loose, he still got the courage to put the shield back on and go for it. You had to admire a man who got the job done, no matter what.

"Ah." McKay huffed, "Don't care. Don't call me 'Doc'."

"Sure." Doc.

Jeff looked around the room they were in and frowned. This wasn't McKay's office. But the view was gorgeous. He didn't notice McKay watching him as he poked around the room using his gene to open doors, finding a bathroom, what looked like a personal office and a bedroom.

With a queen sized bed.

"So. Do you like it?"

"Huh?" Jeff had almost forgotten McKay was there with him. "Oh, um, yeah. Why are you showing me this?"

"Because Valorious needs someone to drag him out of the Infirmary every night, since you're his lover, I figured that if you both lived in the same rooms, you could get him to sleep on occasion."

That wasn't what Jeff expected. "What?" No one came out and said things like that.

"Oh come off it Major. I'm Canadian. Couldn't care less if you're gay. But Valorious hasn't slept since before we got to Atlantis and he's going to start to make mistakes. I don't want to be his patient when he collapses from exhaustion."

"What?" Jeff couldn't believe that he'd actually yelped, but it was kind of warranted. He left Adam's room at 0300 and Adam was asleep. He was always asleep.

"I've seen him. He goes to the Infirmary every morning around 3:30. And he doesn't leave, unless he decides to eat, until 10:30 every night. I assume that you go to his room at 11 and leave at 3. You have sex, sleep for an hour or two then leave. So does he." McKay sighed, "This is purely a selfish reason for the two of you to live together, but I don't want to die on his operating table because he can't sleep."

"Oh." Jeff couldn't believe it. He thought that he'd never woken Adam when he left. He was quiet and careful. Then, if it was a body next to him that Adam was craving, maybe living together was the answer.

Now he just had to run it by Sheppard.

To Be Continued